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April 9th, 2008
We finish wandering about the multiple choice of exits and carry on one stop further to Manor House.
Ascending from the platform, I am delighted by the bizarre ceiling. It's not exactly a high ceiling, so the large roundels do kinda of push down on you, but it does have a disco space pod feel, very sixties boutique hotel from back when moulded white plastic was the height of chic...I wonder at my sanity that an enjoyable Sunday afternoon is one that involves finding an interesting ceiling far up on the Northern reaches of the Piccadilly line.
Ascending from the platform, I am delighted by the bizarre ceiling. It's not exactly a high ceiling, so the large roundels do kinda of push down on you, but it does have a disco space pod feel, very sixties boutique hotel from back when moulded white plastic was the height of chic...I wonder at my sanity that an enjoyable Sunday afternoon is one that involves finding an interesting ceiling far up on the Northern reaches of the Piccadilly line.
( Manor House )
Had it not been so cold, perhaps a walk through Finsbury Park, as the station is right outside the boundary wall, but the afternoon was waning late, and there were the joys of Sunday services and rail replacment buses to negotiate yet, so homewards it was...back down to the same shaped tunnels as with the other stations on the Cockfosters extension, but this time tiled in delft blue and cream.
Getting on the train at KX...
As we get on, I notice that the carriage reeks of alcohol being metabolised. As it was late afternoon on a Sunday, obviously the partying had been going on for some time for some fellow passengers. Guy in white shirt standing up - by what force of will power I have no idea as he was hammered - was chatting incoherently at the Flash. Bloke in blue scrubs was Flash's mate acting as translator/mediation. Have no idea of the vaguely piratical girl next to him was part of the gang, or just dressed that way by preference.
After the very drunk guy reeled off on his merry way, Flash got back to the purpose of wandering the tube network in sculpted foam musculature: chatting up girls. Clearly using his powers for evil, he tried sparking up a conversation with a pair of giggly, trendy chicks in tight jeans, expressing surprise at the drunk stealing his thunder a bit on the 'making an exhibition of oneself' front.
"I thought I'd be the weirdest thing on the train" he announced chirpily. To which the only possible response was for me to state loudly, "I'll fight you for that title".
But I was not a giggly blonde in tight jeans and so not on his radar, so comment went unnoticed. 'Weird' is not something you can take back to the hire shop in the morning.
After the very drunk guy reeled off on his merry way, Flash got back to the purpose of wandering the tube network in sculpted foam musculature: chatting up girls. Clearly using his powers for evil, he tried sparking up a conversation with a pair of giggly, trendy chicks in tight jeans, expressing surprise at the drunk stealing his thunder a bit on the 'making an exhibition of oneself' front.
"I thought I'd be the weirdest thing on the train" he announced chirpily. To which the only possible response was for me to state loudly, "I'll fight you for that title".
But I was not a giggly blonde in tight jeans and so not on his radar, so comment went unnoticed. 'Weird' is not something you can take back to the hire shop in the morning.